I think of my Mother's house a lot. We lived there on Mulberry Street happy children. Seems magical to me now. It's a bit like looking back through the movie "A Christmas Story". Similar house but smaller. Front porch, side porch, neighbors. City blocks to walk to the store and school. Standing at the front door with our Mom showing us how the puffy snowflakes look with the street light shining through the dark. What a beautiful silent moment.
Here's the thing..It was always our home and we never doubted it. She rented there for 30 years!! Determination and hope and faith!!
My sister Cathy made these wood paintings of the house several years ago. When I look at it I still see the real thing. All the memories of my Mother's house.